It was the first time that everyone in the procession, who was traveling disguised as Baron Maxwell, including the squad commander Isabel Walton, had sailed more than 30 miles into enemy Scotland. Not only that, but the crowd also successfully attacked the two cavalry squads of the enemy Sir Oliver under the command of Isabel. In addition to the extermination of all the Scottish cavalry, a large number of weapons, cavalry armor, food, tents and other military supplies and equipment were also seized.

Then, an even more unexpected event happened. These dozen young men with different titles, identities and statuses were able to successfully capture Baron Robert Maxwell V, the commander-in-chief of the enemy battlefield in this attack on England, in the family castle of the enemy border guard.

Of course, if their commander was another nobleman, a descendant of a nobleman, or a knight, and his command skills were not so outstanding, I am afraid that they would not have been able to easily capture a hereditary Scottish nobleman. Moreover, if you change someone else, you can't think of using self-harm to deceive the enemy's trust.

Travellers disguised as barons openly acted in Scotland to save time on their return journey. Returning along the Scottish coast is naturally to minimise unnecessary trouble. According to Isabel's expected time, the escort of Baron Maxwell and his eldest son will return to Carlisle Castle at around 3 p.m. on 30 September.

With plenty of time to return and no urgent combat missions to carry out, Isabel's younger brother Alfred, his godson John Neville, and his colleague Will Parr deliberately walked at the back of the line in order to use the time on the way to talk freely about everything that had happened from yesterday to today.

Isabel and her brother, Sir Alex Ferguson, walked to the front of the procession, keeping an eye on all the words and deeds of the Baron and his eldest son. After all, at this moment they were still in enemy territory, and the two hostages were not tied hand and foot, but rode freely with them. Once again, she was taking a risk, with a less than 50% success rate in exchange for the safe evacuation of the two hostages.

Robert Maxwell, the eldest of the two hostages, believed Isabel at this time, after all, the other party had never hurt his father or him since he left the castle. As the ride lengthened, there were more and more conversations with Isabel and others, and the attitude became a little less hostile and hostile than before.

Robert, who was riding on the shore side, had a hint of mockery on his face as he rode on the shore side, "Miss Isabel, your mask reminds me of the masquerade often performed in the court of Henry VIII. You must have spent a lot of time at court, I guess, didn't you? ”

Holding the reins in one hand, Isabel drove the horse to run at a steady pace, glancing sideways at the baron's eldest son, and then turned her gaze to the Irish Sea to his right. She suddenly realized that the Irish Sea was so enchanting and so wide during the day. Looking at the end of the Irish Sea, the clear blue sky is connected to the deep blue sea, and there is no clear boundary.

She had long forgotten the boring questions of the baron's eldest son, and only indulged in the beauty of the sea like a crystal clear jewel, "wearing a bathing suit, no scuba and fins, and hitting the world's first record for the deepest freediving with just one breath." ”

"However, the lady who holds the crown of 'Queen of the Freedom Diving' seems to have died in the sea as she quickly rose back to the surface. It is said that presumably the balloon that assisted her in returning to the surface did not have enough gas?! ”

"Damn, how did I forget what her name was? I only remember that she turned out to be a Frenchman who later emigrated to Mexico. ”

"In addition to her, there was also an English lady nicknamed 'Dolphin Girl', who dived to ...... in one breath"

"Miss Isabel, Miss Isabel, are you alright?" A hurried, as if somewhere heard sounded in my ears.

Following the voice, she moved her gaze from the rippling waters of the Irish Sea to the front right, and she saw the face of the baron's eldest son facing her own, "Mademoiselle, you love the sea, don't you?" ”

frowned, and quickly glanced at the direction of the war horse under his crotch. After not finding anything out of the ordinary, he just replied lightly, "Sir, this is not a problem you need to deal with at the moment. ”

"Miss, there's still a long way to go, and I just want to pass the time with a conversation with you." Robert's expression, tone, and attitude were a little more sincere than just now.

"That's right. Well, there's another thing you can do to pass the time. Isabel glanced at the long stretch of water that was surging to the shore in front of her on the right side of the horse's head, and her lips squirmed slightly, "We are now in your country, and you are the descendant of a noble who has been kidnapped by us, you can find a way to escape back to the family castle with your father." ”

Robert was stunned for a moment, and looked back at his father, who was riding behind. Shaking his head slightly, he looked at her again, "In my opinion, being captured is not a shameful thing, at least that's what the rules of knighthood provide. ”

Isabel knew very well what the knight rules were in, and looked at the short neck-length hair that looked like a man and a woman under the other party's hood, "Sir, I guess you want to say that I should be the next time I am captured, right?" ”

"Miss, this knightly rule is not for you. Well, but you have the skill and honor of a knight. Robert looked at the sea to the right halfway through his words, as if he wanted to say something.

Isabel still looked nonchalant, glancing at Robert's back, but without saying a word, she sped up the speed of the warhorse's march. Soon, the team marched to the place where they had set out from the small town of Annen. Isabel looked at the field on the left, "There's still a lot of stuff buried in the grove, do you want to go get it back now?" ”

The brother riding in front slows down and keeps his horse moving forward with hers. After glancing at the baron and the eldest son in the group, he turned to her and whispered, "What we buried in the grove can be retrieved now, right?" ”

Isabel didn't mean to stop her horse, and looked thoughtfully at her brother who was waiting for her as she let her go, "No, Sir Oliver must have strengthened the guards in Annen. You're the only one of them who speaks Scottish, and if our men run into a jazz when they're digging something, they'll find out we're pretending to be Scotsman. ”